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[orchestral music]

[music fades]

[suspenseful buzzing]

[waves crashing]

[indistinct beeping]

[indistinct buzzing]

[high-energy rock music]

[ticking]

- [man] Fucking get down, - [man 2] Get down!

fucking get down, fucking get down!

- Get down, get down, get down! - [thud]

[overlapping dialogues]

Stay fucking down!

[man 2] Hey! Get on the-- Come back! Come back here you!

- Hey, hey! Shit! - [indistinct dialogues]

Oi! Come here.

Get out of there now!

Get out! That way! Go!

- [thud] - [men grunts]

[overlapping shouting]

[man 2] Go! Go this way! Get down there!

[man] Get down! Get fucking down!

[man 2] Don't look at me! Go!

Get on the fucking floor!

[man] Down! Stay fucking down!

- Down! - Stay fucking down!

[man 3] How we doing?

[man 4] I can't work it out!

- [man 3] Zero, zero, zero! - No, I tried that!

- One, two, three, four! - No!

[man 2] Double o, seven!

[mechanism clicks] It fucking worked!

- [man 2] Oh, yeah! I told you! - [men celebrate]

[overlapping dialogue]

Oh! Give me one, give me one!

Take it in! Get it in there!

See how many fucking bags we've got?

- One round, we've got four bags! - [man 2] On the floor!

One round, we've got four bags!

Jesus Christ, put more in there! Go on!

[man] Stay down! Stay fucking down!

- Stay down! [thud] - [man cries in pain]

[man 2] What are we doing, George?

I thought we said no violence!

No names, you silly cunt!

[man 2] Zip the bag up! Zip the bag up! Zip the bag up!

Zip the bag up!

Zip the fucking bag up!

What are you doing? Zip it up!

- [man 4] I'm fucking zipping it! - Zip it the fuck up!

- [alarm rings] - [men shout and grunt]

[George] Fucking hell!

That is the alarm, gentlemen!

[robbers shout orders as chaos erupts]

[tense chaos as voices overlap]

[overlapping dialogue]

[Man 2] There's still money here, Jesus Christ!

[alarm continues]

[low tense music]

You should've called, you twat!

I was in the truck, Rob, with Toby!

Don't try and stare me out, mate.

He's got a point. Now drop it.

I'm gonna blow it!

Fuck, I can't see shit!

[alarm continues ringing]

- [hostage whimpering] - Alright, lads.

Fingers in your ears, yeah?

Fuck!

[loud explosion]

[grunts]

[man 2] Hey, hey! Give me my bag!

George, give him one of yours,

and let's get the hell out of here.

I'll meet you at the airfield, right?

[energetic tense music]

Fucking hell, take your time!

[man 2 grunts] Come on, baby, let's go!

[engines revving]

[upbeat urban music intensifies]

Give me the fucking money.

I'll blow your fucking head apart!

[laughter]

- Were they shitting themselves? - I'll tell you what, they really

- were shitting themselves. - Where they?

I was scary as fuck.

I scared myself.

[woman laughs] - And then it was like...

"Fucking die, cunt!"

[loud laughter]

You didn't actually shoot anyone, though, did you?

- No, I wouldn't do that. - [scoffs]

- Of course I wouldn't. - I wouldn't put it past you. [chuckles]

[man] I didn't fuck it up this time.

- I didn't fuck it up this time. - [woman] You didn't.

- [woman laughs] - I fucking did it!

Yes, we did it!

- I was right, wasn't I? - Yeah. [laughs]

Yeah? [smacking kiss]

- You happy? - Yeah, I'm proper happy.

- Is my share in there, yeah? - Yeah, yeah, of course it is.

We're gonna split it up six ways once you touch down.

- Six? - Yeah, six ways. We've got a

tribute who's uh, gonna take us, like--

Oh, lovely, a tribute. Who?

I don't know, but it doesn't matter, does it?

'Cause we've done the hard part now.

Now it's the home stretch.

Look, what did I promise you?

Me and you, V.

- Me and you. Me and you, V, walking off into - [V] Devon...

- the sunset. That's what I promised you, right? - It's lovely,

it's lovely, but not while I'm driving,

- for fuck's sake! - Yeah, all right, yeah.

Concentrate on the road.

- [indistinct] - We did it, though. [laughs]

- Love you, babe. - Oh, I love you, too.

- [screams] - Oh, I'm starving!

- Yeah? You hungry? - Yeah, but give me a kiss here.

Don't worry. We're gonna get

- some food on the flight, yeah? - Yeah.

And when we touch down in Faro,

- [laughs] - We're gonna be rich!

- [yells] - Yes, yes!

We've done it!

[Devon] Yes! Come on!

- Yes! Woo! - [V] Woah!

[Devon sighs]

[sighs]

Come on, G, where are you, mate?

Are you sure this bloke's good enough to fly at night?

Of course he is, he's a pilot.

He's one of Toby's mates, all right?

He used to fly for the RAF,

so, yeah, he knows what he's doing.

Okay? Don't worry about it.

[sighs] Where is he, man? Do you think he's stuck

- in traffic or something? - Okay, what about the others?

Well, Toby and Kyle have gone to a different airfield,

just to be sure, right? And then we're gonna touch down in Faro.

gonna split the cash,

and then, like I said, V,

it's gonna be you and me, isn't it?

Yeah? You okay?

- Come on, talk to me. - It doesn't feel right.

- It doesn't feel right. - Why?

I don't know, I don't trust that George.

Well, don't worry about George.

He'll be here, all right? Trust me.

He'll be here... Any minute.

Mm...

- Devon, you think I-- Alright. - Don't do it, V. Don't do it,

- Alright. - you're gonna jinx the whole thing, okay?

George is gonna be here, all right? He's my mate!

He's not gonna let me down!

He'll be here.

Right, is this gonna be another one of those

situations that you get us into?

- I don't know. - Fuck.

[softly] Fuck.

- Fuck. - Shit on my mom.

[police sirens approaching]

Bollocks!

[ding]

[deep boom as the scene cuts]

- [tape rewinds] - George, give me one of yours.

- I'll meet you at the airfield, yeah? - You twat!

- [tense rumbles increases then halts] - Bollocks.

[tense music]

[panting] Okay. All right, V?

- What do we do? - I've got an idea, all right?

- Okay. Alright. - Just trust me.

- You trust me? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah? Right. Get back! - Yeah.

- [startled yelp] - Get the fuck back!

- Or I'm gonna blow this bitch's head clean off! - [man] Stay alert.

- [Devon] Don't come any closer! I'll fucking kill the bitch. - Fingers off the triggers.

- I'll do it! - [Devon] Nobody wants to drop a hostage, do they?

- I'll fucking do it! - [sobbing]

- It's gonna be all right. Just go with it. - [sobbing] Okay.

If any of you lot so much as fart in this general direction,

then you're gonna be mopping her brains up

off the fucking tarmac.

- Do you hear me? - I'm unarmed.

Stay calm. Nobody wants to get shot today.

Least of all your pretty girl.

Oh, yeah, she is pretty, isn't she?

She's a proper bitch, she is.

So it'd be a shame to blow the bitch's head off.

Now drop the guns!

Put the guns down now!

- Do it! - [man] There you go.

I've thrown you a bone.

Don't drop it.

What's your next move?

Are you gonna step up, or are you gonna embarrass yourself?

Don't make me count to ten.

Oh, you're not gonna count to ten, mate.

I'll be the one who counts to ten.

Right? By the time I've got to ten,

I'm gonna be in that car,

and you're gonna make way for me to get away,

and I'll drop her off at the next junction.

Alright? I promise.

One!

Two!

[silly ringtone plays]

Oh, bollocks.

I think we'll call it a night there, shall we?

- [Devon] Hello, Mom? - [woman] Hello, love.

I can't talk right now.

I'm in a little bit of a situation--

- [grunts] - Relax!

Mom, I'll call you back, okay?

No, Mom, I can't deal with Dorothy's 80th.

I'll have to call you back.

Can you put the phone down, please?

- ...anyway to speak to your mother? - Hello?

Who is this? Let me speak to Devon.

Yeah, Devon...

is a little bit tied up at the moment.

- [woman indistinct over the phone] - [man] No, no, he's fine.

I'll get him to give you a call back, okay?

- That's so lovely. - Much love.

- What a nice young man. - [phone beeps]

See... quiet the mind and the soul shall speak.

You did the right thing.

Now make sure it buys you some brownie points with the judge.

[sighs]

Devon, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of armed robbery, assault and kidnap.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention something when questioned,

you may later rely on in court.

[Devon] Shit on my mom.

[solemn music]

[inaudible dialogues]

- [laughter] - [indistinct conversations]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

- [inaudible dialogue] - [music continues]

Anonymity, Willmott.

Anonymity.

[sniffs]

What was that about?

Nothing.

I'd better be.

[laughter]

[high-energy hip-hop music]

[gavel bangs]

[cell door shuts]

[thud]

[toilet flushes]

[thud]

[music continues]

[victory chime]

[beeping]

- [cell door shuts] - [music stops]

[man] Well done, buddy. An eight-year stretch

and you're out in five.

- [Devon] Yeah. - Apart from the occasional

shower skirmish, you've been a good boy.

There wasn't any shower skirmishes.

- What are you talking about? - Yeah... 'Course not.

- [loud knocking] - [door creaks open]

Prisoner 604?

Well, look, from here, it's simple.

You get out, I check up on you,

and you don't ruin all that hard work by doing anything...

naughty.

Nothing naughty.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Or you'll be right back in here...

You know what?

You sound just like my mom. [chuckles]

Listen, don't fuck around, you cunt,

and I'll leave you fucking be.

Your mom ever say that?

Couple of times, yeah.

Cheers, mate.

[cell door closing]

[indistinct chatter and shouting]

[upbeat music]

[loud knocking]

[music fades]

[light chuckle]

Oh my fucking God.

Look who they bring-a back-a from the dead.

Marron-a me, come here.

- Okay, Giuseppe-- Oh. - Give me another kiss.

- Oh, God, do we have to? - One more.

My God. [gentle tap] Still working out, eh?

- The muscle is there. [chuckles] - Yeah. [chuckles]

- You look good. - Yeah, you too.

- Come in. - [Devon] Okay.

Hope you got some money on you.

[soft dreamy music]

How long you been away?

[Devon] Um... Five and a bit.

- Five and a bit? - [Devon] Yeah.

Oh, mamma mia, that's a long time.

- [Devon] Yeah. - It's rough.

- [Devon] It was rough. - Did you get raped?

Why? What you've heard?

- You got raped. - No.

Who told you that?

What? I didn't get raped.

[Giuseppe] That's good.

I've got a couple of friends that have to walk around

- with a shit bag. - Not me, mate, I'm good.

Anyway, what do you want? Have you got any cash?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, to be honest, because,

I'm a bit strapped at the minute until I take care of a bit of unfinished business.

- No, I don't want to hear about-- - [indistinct]

Listen, I was wondering if you could, uh...

extend me a little bit of credit, you know what I mean?

- Credit? - Yeah, credit, Giuseppe.

- Come on, mate. Please. - Devon.

- Please. What? - Devon, No.

- It's me. - I know.

- What? - I know.

- Please. - Things have changed.

Five years, different government.

We're in the fucking toilet now, okay?

- If I help you, I've got to help everybody. - Yeah, alright, alright.

- Alright. - I'm finished.

What about that?

Any good?

[Giuseppe] What's this shit?

[Devon] It's not a piece of shit.

That's the only thing my dad ever gave me, that is.

He's dead now.

I mean, come on, it's got to be worth a shooter

and a couple of shells or something, right?

Your dad gave you this?

Yeah.

Let's go upstairs.

[energetic hip-hop music]

[Giuseppe] You ready?

[Devon] Oh!

- Nice, huh? - Yeah. [chuckles]

- [chuckles] Take it easy. - Okay.

- This is my kingdom. - [Devon] Yeah?

- Don't touch. - Oh.

I've got a special one for you.

She's a beauty.

Smith and Wesson.

Smith and Weston, yeah.

No, Smith and Wesson.

Smith and Vesson?

No, Smith and Wesson.

- Smith and-- - It-- It's a gun.

- Yeah. - She's a beauty, look at her.

[Devon] Yeah, but hang on a minute. What about one of these ones?

- Not for you. - [Devon] What?

No, listen to me.

This is the one you want.

- Yeah? - She shits all over any automatic.

The automatics, they misfire, they jam.

They're a mess, a complicated piece of shit.

This is the one you want, my friend.

I promise you.

She's loyal like no woman you ever had.

- Yeah? - Like an Italian wife.

From the south.

[gun clicks]

- Hmm. - You see? You two, you fit--

- [metal clinks] - Oi!

Yeah. Yeah, feels pretty good, actually.

- [Giuseppe laughs] - [empty clicks]

You two fit like a glove.

- Yeah? - Perfect.

[Devon] What else you got?

Nothing for you.

[Devon] What? Come on, mate.

Take the bullets.

Any reason why these are dripping wet?

[sighs] I'm not sure...

I got the problem with the condensation.

I bought-a dehumidifier for 99 pounds.

It's a piece of shit.

Stop pointing at me.

- Let's go. - Okay.

[Devon sighs]

Sure I can't have a bigger gun?

[Giuseppe] Not for you.

[upbeat hip hop music]

[money chime]

[game over tone]

[burping]

[car impact]

[music stops]

[indistinct muffled chatter]

[muffled thud]

[muffled shouting]

[muffled crash]

[sound echoes as she adjusts hearing aid]

[muffled sigh]

- [ominous music] - [loud crash]

George, please, stop it!

You can't stop flirting with me. Can you?

What are you talking about?

[Devon] All right, G? You all right, mate?

Okay... All right, G.

Devon here, mate. How you doing?

All right, No, no, no.

I just got out of-- No, no, no.

All right, G, how's it going, mate?

Devon here. [deep breath]

Listen, all right, I just did a five-stretch for you lot.

I didn't say anything to anyone, kept my mouth shut,

even though I know it was probably you

that rolled over on me, you fucking-- [grunts]

[music continues]

George, I'm just here to do your books.

You're here...

...to do anything I say you're gonna do.

No, George, please!

[Devon] All I really need is--

I need you to give me all my money back.

Just what I'm owed. Otherwise, I'm gonna take out my gun,

And I'm gonna blow your fucking head off.

Give me my fucking money, or I'll blow

your fucking brains out!

Your fucking head off.

- Right. - [George] Always giving me

those sexy eyes, ain't ya?

What are you talking about, George?

It's George in?

[muffled] He's in there, is he?

- Sir, no, don't go in there! - That's all right, my mate.

- [assistant] You can't go in there. - [indistinct]

- [sighs] - [music continues]

[woman] Stop it!

- [loud crash] - [woman gasps]

[music stops]

- What's up, G? - [liquid dripping]

Guess who's back. That's right.

And you know what?-- Wow! Oh, Jesus Christ!

- [faint breathing] - Oh, shit, the bed!

What the shit's going on here?

George! George!

George, you all right, mate?

What's happening? W-- what's going on?

- [barely audible breathing] - Oh, shit!

Mate! Mate!

Shit! Get me something to stop the bleeding!

George, you okay, mate?

It's me, it's Devon.

Yeah. Hey, w-- why'd you rumble me, mate?

Why'd you rumble me?

Where's the money, George?

Where's the money? Why did you rumble me,

you fat twat?

Hey? Tell me right now.

Oi?

No! Don't go anywhere!

I need to talk to you! George!

George!

[shallow exhale]

[woman quietly sobbing]

[sighs]

[shaky breathing]

[Devon] Fuck!

Shit!

Why the hell did you do that?

Hang on a minute. What happened?

Di-- Did he touch you or something? He was trying to hurt you.

Is that what happened? Yeah? Listen, listen.

All right? You go to the police, yeah?

Go to the police. You'll be okay.

You tell them the truth.

You'll be all right. Shit!

I can't be sitting around a dead body.

My parole officer's gonna fucking kill me.

[sighs] Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. They're gonna pin this on me, aren't they?

Fucking hell.

[panting]

[whispering] You're gonna tell 'em it was you, right?

[voice shaking] You saw what happened, alright?

[sighs] No, I didn't see what happened. No,

I came in here, and he's was... was bleeding to death.

I don't know what the fuck's going on!

He was attacking me. [sobs]

Shit!

[men panting]

[woman sobbing]

Right.

Listen to me, that's got nothing to do with me, all right?

Lads. It's just not what it looks like.

It's nothing to do with me, I--

I'm just gonna...

- [thud] - [grunt]

- [men grunt] - [thud]

[loud thud]

[groaning]

[plate shatters]

[thud]

[hit connects]

Shit.

Shit.

I need to get out of here.

Take me with you.

[Devon] What do you mean? Why?

Anywhere's better than here.

Just go to the police, all right?

- Go to the police. - No, I can't.

- Please! - Oh...

Come on, then.

[upbeat techno music]

[muffled audio]

- Okay, which one's your car? - I don't have a car.

What you mean you don't have a car?

I only take the bus.

I thought only chavs take the bus.

Well, I guess I'm a chav then.

Where's your car?

Here it is.

[forcing handle]

The steering wheel's on the wrong side.

Are you stealing this car?

No.

[grunts]

I told a lie. I am robbing the car. Get in.

Alright. [grunts]

I've got to say, though...

I've been robbing cars since I was 13 years old

and it's one of the only things I'm actually pretty good at.

- [electric buzzing] - Oh, this is a bit of a fiddly twat, though, innit?

- [wires spark, engine starts] - Yes!

[tense music]

[music stops]

I'm gonna drop you off at the police station, all right?

I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

Listen, George was a well-known

arsehole around these parts, right? He had it coming.

So the best thing I can do for you right now,

is drop you off at the rozzers, so that's what I'm gonna do.

- No, I can't. - What do you mean you can't?

Why not?

Oh, I went to them before.

I reported what he was doing to me, but--

They wanted to charge him but he paid me off.

What?

[woman] We needed the money and my husband

said it was the best thing to do.

So I dropped the charges and said I made it all up.

Oh, right. And your husband was okay

for you going back to work with him, was he?

We needed the money!

[chuckles] Jesus Christ!

Your husband sounds as bad as George.

- Yeah. - Listen, love.

I don't know if you're not thinking straight

because you're in shock or whatever but this isn't

just like telling a little tattletale, is it?

- This is murder! George is dead. - [woman] I know.

- I know. - I mean, I came in there, you

- slashed his flipping' throat. - I know what I did! Okay?

I've seen it all before!

They're in with the police, these lot.

They're all corrupt!

George is connected.

They'll twist it and put me away for this, I know it.

So I'm not going to the fucking

- police. - Alright, alright.

Fine.

What were you doing there anyway?

I was just... visiting an old mate.

With a gun in your hand?

Well, we're kind of like workmates, to be honest.

Look, he owed me money, okay?

What do we do now?

We?

What do we do?

Yeah.

[Devon sighs]

- Sod knows. - What?

It's not really my bag, to be honest.

Well, what is your bag then?

I don't even know anymore.

Oh, fuck.

[Devon sighs]

Look... Alright, there is some guy that I know.

Maybe he can...

help us out.

- Maybe. - Yeah?

I don't know, but it's worth a shot.

Thanks.

Don't thank me yet, love.

'Cause the shit hasn't even hit the fan yet.

[assistant] George?

[ominous music]

[floor creaks]

[upbeat tense music]

[door creaking open]

George?

- [music halts] - [screams]

[camera shutter clicks]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[eerie music]

[phone typing]

[music fades]

[clears throat]

You really should get some lozenges

for that throat of yours, Willmott.

[Willmott] It's been confirmed, boss.

George is...

unavailable.

[scoffs] And his throat cut.

[derisive laugh]

Well, he was always a careless cunt.

Well...

our boys have cleaned it up, but they are a little bit concerned.

The fact that this happened in broad daylight

with no care about witnesses...

Could be the start of something--

And you are boring me with these

exploits because...?

They're looking into suspects, boss.

[man] Mm...

Hmm...

Well, the last thing I want is Jackson's

smug fucking face in mine.

So... [sighs]

Find out who it is,

- cut their fucking heads off... - [suspenseful music]

And make sure I don't get the flying squad all over my arse.

Don't need to worry about that, boss.

You're untouchable now.

Don't be so fucking naive, Willmott.

Nobody's untouchable.

And don't fucking nick me.

- [music fades] - [truck engine revs]

I can't believe this is happening.

It all happened so fast.

I've got his blood on me.

[Devon] Hang on a minute.

Use one of these.

Cheers, yeah.

I stabbed him.

I killed him!

- Why did he do this to me? - Well, you didn't have a choice, did you, right?

He was gonna hurt you, if you didn't do anything.

What could you do?

Well, George was a piece of shit

and he got what he deserved.

I wouldn't even worry about it.

Okay?

What's your name, anyway?

Kimber.

Oh, Kimber.

Was that short for Kimberly, is it?

- Yeah. - That's nice.

I like Kimber.

I'm Devon.

I love Devon.

Yeah, me too.

I mean, I'm more of a Cornwall man myself, to be honest.

Except when it comes to the old, uh...

scone spreading, right?

[Kimber chuckles] Yeah.

So what did you, uh...

You his assistant or something?

- Bookkeeper. - [Devon] Oh, a bookkeeper?

- [Kimber] Mm-hmm. - All right. Sounds exciting.

It's not.

Well... not normally.

That's what you do when you go by numbers, I guess.

I wouldn't really know.

Could-a guessed that, actually.

But now look at me.

I'm on the run like a fugitive.

It's just temporary, though, isn't it?

Look, the guy we're gonna see, his name's Toby

and he's an old mate of mine. And he owes me, right?

He owes me big time.

And he's connected as well, so...

- [Kimber] Okay. - You know, he might be able

to give you an alibi, and also, who knows?

Okay.

And then you can get back to your normal life, can't you?

Yeah. With your money-grabbing husband.

We're separated.

It wasn't very nice. It was messy.

Well, it normally is, isn't it?

Mm.

[assistant] He was holding Kimber real close.

Like he had a gun on her.

But you didn't actually see a gun?

No, he-- he just looked like he had one.

Sorry, Rebecca, t-- try not to be vague,

Okay? Just stick to what you actually saw.

I saw a gun.

He had a gun. I saw the gun.

Okay. Good.

Okay, well, this gentleman here was released from

HMP Belmarsh today.

He's a very dangerous individual.

- Oh... - So you're lucky he didn't take you with him.

Thank you for your time, Rebecca.

I'll, um... let you get home to your cats.

- Mm-hmm. - Thank you.

[hip-hop music]

- You good? - [Willmott] Good.

Yeah. They're saying the old football result's out.

Yeah, terrible.

- Boss... - Not one London club got a win.

- Boss... - In Northern Monkeys.

Boss.

You know that Devon bloke? [sighs]

He was the pawn that we sacrificed

in the armoured-truck nudge.

Do you remember, about five years ago?

- Sort of. - Well...

He got paroled... today.

And he seemed to have a proper hard-on for George.

Who ran point for us.

Does he know I was the tribute?

Could have sang like a canary.

Cut his sentence in half, but... he didn't.

But...

There is a possibility that he knows about us.

Possibility?

Don't know for sure?

[whispers] Fuckin' hell.

Well, Willmontt, I think you'd better

get rid of that fucking possibility.

Eradicate him.

[soccer match commentary]

Yeah.

[announcer] Extraordinary!

He has gone and stolen it back!

City thought they had saved it.

You are never saved!

[upbeat hip-hop music]

[video game failure sound]

[level-up chime]

[inhales deeply]

[grunts] Fucking hell, that strong stuff.

Makes me want to grow a fucking tail.

[snorts and sighs]

[ringtone plays]

Fuck off for a minute, will you?

[Toby] What?

Oh, really?

I thought it wasn't good enough for you lot.

Oh, he did, did he?

[scoffs]

Bollocks to him.

[snorting]

[tense music]

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You look like something's wrong.

No, no, no. My face always looks this way.

- Okay. - Tell you what,

- just take that, would you? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- I'm not touching that. - Well, why not?

I've had it down the back of my jeans. It hasn't been

down my pants. It hasn't touched my crack.

That's not why I'm not touching it, Devon.

It's a gun!

Listen, wait. This guy-- This guy's pretty testy, okay?

He's a mate, but... I just don't want to take

any chances, all right? So just take that.

He's not gonna frisk you, is he?

Devon, I'm not touching your gun!

Come on.

Selfish! [sighs]

Selfish? You, f-- you, f--.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, If he's your mate, why are we sneaking up

the fire escape and why have you got a gun in your hand?

[shushes] Look, I just--

I haven't seen him in a while, all right?

- Come on. - Oh, is he a gangster too, then?

What do you mean, "Is he a gangster?" Well, I'm not

a gangster. Why would you think I'm a gangster?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe, how about robbing cars

and knocking out security guards for the first thing?

And then, you just got out of prison for doing God knows what.

It ain't like that, all right? It ain't like that.

But this guy, he's a proper gangster, all right?

He's a proper gang. He used to be, anyway.

But, he's still sound.

Me and Toby, we go way back. I'm sure he's gonna help us.

- Yeah? - Alright.

Yeah, sounds good.

[sighs]

Right, I'm going to go up there and check the coast is clear.

No, no, no, no. What am I supposed to do?

Just stay here, and I'm gonna send you a signal.

[whispering] What? No, wait, wait, wait.

What signal?

[tense music continues]

[soft breathing]

- [thud] - [music halts]

[panting]

[thud]

[muffled indistinct shouting]

[grunts]

[pained exhale]

What the bleeding hell you do that for?

You might have popped George, mate,

but you ain't catching me napping'.

[Devon] Hey, I didn't do anything to George,

I promise you. But did you know he was going to set me up?

[laughs] Is that it?

Straight to the point, no,

"How are you?" "How's the family?"

None of that catching-up bollocks.

I'm sorry, Tobes, yeah. Ho-- how are you doing, mate?

[stutters] How-- how is the family?

Oh, I really don't give a shit.

[sighs]

How was Belmarsh?

Sorry I didn't visit.

I heard Veronica didn't bother either.

You make some chums?

No. Why-- what have you heard?

Look, Tobe, I don't want any trouble, mate, all right?

I just did a five stretch for you.

Kept my mouth shut, didn't I? You just smashed me over

the back of the head for no reason,

but I'm gonna let it all slide. Okay?

Want you to answer me one question, though. Just one.

Did you know George was gonna shaft me?

No, pal.

We do have some... shared acquaintances.

What, like who? What, that tribute guy?

[scoffs] Leave it out, mate.

That last shift was all George's gig, mate, not mine.

[sighs]

All right.

Well, in that case, I'll, uh, just take the money

you owe me, then, yeah? And, uh,

I need a little favor for someone.

- You're dreaming, pal. - No, I'm not.

'Cause I don't owe you dick.

- What? - I'd suck a fat chubby one

before I do you a favor.

What? What is it with all this hostility, man?

I mean, come on. Smashing me around the back of the head,

talking about sucking cocks.

- I thought we were mates, Tobe. - [thud]

- Fuck you, you smug twat! - [somber music]

Yeah, we did a couple of jobs together,

but we ain't fucking pals.

Wheels did turn after that last gig, and you got screwed.

You play this game for long enough,

and that'll happen to all of us.

Now you've taken your lickings, and you kept your mouth shut!

So, good for you.

And now you're out.

Stop bloody moaning about it,

and get on with your life!

That's what I'm trying to do, Tobe.

Can't you see that?

I'm just trying to get on with my life, yeah?

Just need a little bit of start-up capital, that's all.

I mean, look around. You've done all right

for yourself, haven't you?

Ei?

And since I kept my mouth shut...

Yeah, I do reckon you owe me, yeah.

I am not gonna repeat myself, Petal.

So you either fucking do one,

or I'll have Arthur here,

- [gun reloads] - blow your fucking head off!

I think I'll have Arthur blow my head off, then?

Yeah, might as well.

Haven't got anything else to look forward to, have I?

Haven't got any mates anymore. Don't have any money.

Might as well just-- finish me off quick, mate, yeah?

Just make it quick. Tell you what,

right down the mouth, yeah?

Blow the back of my fucking head off.

- [laughs hysterically] - [Arthur grunts]

Go on, Arthur.

[thud]

Ooh! someone's learned to fight, ain't they?

[men grunt]

[upbeat hip-hop music builds]

[men grunting]

[thud]

[growls]

[repeated blows land]

[grunts and groans]

[thud]

[woman shouting in foreign language]

- [groans] - [thud]

- [music fades] - Hey, hey, hey.

[gun cocks]

[labored breathing]

[sighs] Oh, come on, Tobe.

I missed you, mate.

Remember the good old days, yeah?

Don't do this.

You always were a cunt.

[gun clicks empty]

Ugh, for fuck's sake, piece of shit!

Oh, yeah, right, bullets.

[uneasy laughter]

Fucking bastard.

Right. This time...

[shotgun]

- [Toby grunts] - [shotgun]

- [sharp exhale] - [weapon thuds]

[techno music]

Jesus Christ, love.

But you've got to meet me halfway here, haven't you?

I'm trying to be clean as a whistle,

make only smart decisions.

Now two of me mates are dead!

I was only trying to help!

I shot him in the leg to distract him--

I just saved your fucking life, didn't I?

Okay. Yeah, you're right.

- [Kimber] Yeah. - You did save my life.

- I appreciate that. - You must.

Okay? But can, uh...

can you explain to me...

what the pissing fuck do we do now?

- I don't know! - Jesus!

If this isn't your bag, it sure as shit

- isn't mine! - Come on, quick.

[techno music continues]

[Kimber] Come on, let's go.

[indistinct frantic chatter]

You, go that way, you, with me.

[music fades]

- Okay, it's clear. - Who were those guys with guns?

I don't know, but they looked like they meant

business, didn't they?

Why do all your mates want to kill you?

I don't know! I mean, if I knew that,

I wouldn't think they were all my

bleeding mates, would I? Bollocks!

I'm never gonna get that bleeding money now.

Uh! What money?

[sighs] It's all right.

Five years ago, pulled off an armed robbery

with a bunch of mates. I got pinched,

the job went to shit, they stayed free,

they kept the money, I kept my mouth shut.

Now I'm out and I want my cut, all right?

So George and Toby set you up?

Why would you think that?

- Are you joking? - No.

- Isn't it obvious? - No.

George was a complete sociopathic bell end,

and this Toby fellow's just as bad,

if not worse from what I could tell.

George, maybe... I mean, he was always a bit of a dickhead,

yeah, but not Toby. He was sound, right?

We were cool. I trusted him!

[laughs] Fuck me.

You might just be the worst judge

of character I've ever met.

You need to choose your mates more wisely.

You know what? You sound just like Veronica.

- Who? - My missus.

Oh! Oh!

We should go and see Veronica.

Yeah, yeah, she can help us!

That's all we should do.

[Kimber chuckles] Sorry.

Missus?

Yeah?

[Kimber] Why didn't you go straight to her

the second you got out of prison?

Well-- bec-- Um...

- I-- It's complicated, that's why, yeah. - Oh...

- Complicated? - Yeah.

Complicated like you chose to go

and kill George before seeing her.

- Lucky girl. - I haven't killed anyone.

That was you.

- Whoa! - [thud]

Fuck you!

[sighs]

Listen, I--

I haven't seen her in five years, okay?

I told her not to write me, not to call me, nothing.

I didn't want her to see me in a place like that.

I made a promise, okay?

I made a promise that the next time we saw each other,

we'd be going there. Look at that.

- That... - [sighs]

That was our ultimate dream.

[Kimber] A carousel?

Yeah.

Your ultimate dream is a carousel.

No, no, no, you-- you're missing the point.

You gotta look at what it represents.

[sighs]

You wanna ride a wooden horse?

What? Do you even know where that is?

- No. - That,

is Santa Monica Pier, that is.

Right? That is at the end of Route 66.

That is where dreams are made of.

[scoffs]

We had a dream, right? We had a goal.

Have you ever done a vision board?

Well, don't bother, 'cause they're a complete

load of shite, but... a picture--

A picture... is worth a thousand words.

That...

is everything I ever dreamed of.

Well, that and...

learning to play the harmonica.

Hmm.

What tunes can you play?

- [Devon] I can't. - What?

I didn't bother learning in the end.

I mean, you just have five years to learn how to play--

Yeah, but it's harder than it looks, isn't it?

Right? You gotta stick your tongue in all the

different holes and it's flipping minging.

Hmm.

I mean, haven't you ever had any dreams

or aspirations with your partner?

Things you wanted to do in the future?

Ex.

Ex-partner.

And it's not confirmed, but he's definitely out of my picture.

Well, you never know.

Right?

You never know.

Are you gonna get in the car or what? Because the police will be here in a minute.

- Well, fuck yeah. - You blew that bleeding guy's

face clean off.

[smooth urban music]

Do you need to get yourself a bottle of Lucozade?

- Get myself a what? - A bottle of Lucozade for your drive-around.

- I don't-- I don't drink that. - [Kimber] Oh, do you not?

No. It's just a load of sugar, isn't it?

Oh, coffee then.

Coffee, yeah.

Are you sure she'll be there?

Yeah, of course she will.

Just you wait till you meet her, you'll love her, right?

She's... really fit.

She's a great cook.

She's smart. She's funny.

She's kind.

She's great with animals.

Yeah, God, she's really fit.

Oh...

Well, at least she's fit.

Yeah... proper fit.

How do you know where to find her

if you haven't spoken for so long?

Well, I'm hoping she's still gonna be at...

our house.

[music fades]

[dial tone]

[phone rings]

[man] Bollocks...

Hello?

[Willmott] Is he awake?

Oh, hey, Willmott.

Not spoken to you for a while.

- What's new? - Not now, Siobhan.

If he's there, can you put him on?

Babe, it's Willmott.

[man] Just ask him if he's delivered the package.

He wants to know if you've delivered the package.

Tell him I haven't picked up the package yet.

[Siobhan] He's not even picked it up yet.

[man] Bollocks.

He said, "Bollocks."

Yeah, I heard that.

Sort that bubble bath out, will you?

I'm trying to have a bath.

He's one lad, Willmott.

It's a little more complicated than that, boss.

Don't give me the excuses.

Well, [sighs] I do have an asset from Belmarsh.

Says he can deal with him for a fee.

Just write the fucking check and be done with it.

Alright, boss.

[tense music increases, then fades]

[sigh]

Go on, then.

I'm just... trying to figure out what I'm gonna say.

[knocking on door]

[V] Devon?

[sighs] What are you doing here?

Surprise.

Excuse the mess.

Cleaner's day off.

Oh, yeah.

[mumbles indistinct]

Whoo! [soft chuckle]

[softly] Good girl, good girl.

Whose baby is that?

[lightly chuckles] She's mine, you knob.

I... kinda got married a few years ago.

This is Ellen.

She's a little sweetie pie.

Cuppa?

- Yeah, please. - [V] Come on, then.

Come on,

When did you get out?

[Devon] Yesterday.

[cups thud]

You said not to visit, not to call.

I wanted to, I really did.

Yeah, me too.

I wish I hadn't have said that, to be honest.

[V] So do I.

Is that him, then?

Is that the lucky guy?

That's Adam.

He's a mechanic.

Alright. How'd you meet him then?

Was he, uh, doing your MOT?

How do you know?

No, I-- I didn't know. I just...

[V] Oh. [laughs]

Shit.

Maybe I should've learned how to do an oil change then, eh?

Yeah, you was too good at other things

to waste your days laying on your back.

Yeah, like what?

I don't know, like...

Being silly old you?

Yeah... silly old me.

[chuckles] Yeah.

You know what? I think I don't need the tea.

I'm just gonna go, I--

I don't think I should be here.

- I'm sorry. - What? No, Devon,

wait, wait, wait.

- Here you go. - [Devon] What are you doing?

- It's not a lot, but take this. - No, I don't want your money.

- Please take it. - I don't want your money, V.

Put it away.

[bills rustle, metal clinks]

I'm the one who's supposed to be giving you money, aren't I?

I mean, that's what I promised you, wasn't it?

Why didn't you wait?

[softly] I couldn't.

Paradise was never coming our way, was it?

Oh, come here, you silly sod.

[Devon] I'm sorry, V.

I'm sorry I let you down.

I'm sorry I didn't--

I didn't give you everything I promised you, did I?

[deep exhale]

I'm happy for you.

[soft chuckle] No, you're not.

Yeah, probably not.

[chuckles]

[melancholic music]

I'll see you, yeah?

[Kimber] Everything okay?

[engine starts]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[man] Brought you some tea, my love.

I don't actually care about her, you know.

Who's that?

Your little side piece.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hmm...

You got sloppy.

Complacent, even.

The Dorchester, really?

We had our wedding reception there, you atomic wanker.

No, I haven't been to the Dorchester for--

Just don't fuck up what we have.

We've got a reputation.

We've got friends.

You're a member of the House of Lords.

You go grouse shooting with the Bleeding King,

for Christ's sake!

[sighs] Oh, not to mention,

we've got children.

You're my love, you know that.

[stutters] Look, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Let me sort this out.

Just deal with that ex-con fiasco,

and we'll deal with her when he's off the stage.

You are the only love of my life.

Yeah?

Remember that.

And remember who you married.

- [sighs] - [eerie music]

One phone call from me...

And heads would fucking roll like rats into the river.

[porcelain clinks]

The flowers look exquisite, my dear.

[porcelain clinks softly]

[coffee grinder whirs]

Oh!

All right, mate. [clears throat]

I'll have a lamb shish, spaghetti bolognese,

falafel delight, and a strawberry milkshake, please,

and whatever she wants.

Oh, am I paying for this, am I?

Just a cup of tea for me, yeah.

[thud]

[sighs]

Can't blame her for not waiting.

You never wrote to her, either.

What did you expect?

It wasn't supposed to go that way.

I was supposed to turn up with a big sack of cash,

ready to give her everything we ever dreamed of.

[sniffs]

Ah, you're right.

I mean, who wants to roll with a loser like me anyway?

I mean, my ultimate dream is a bleeding postcard,

for God's sakes.

No, don't be like that.

I'm a flipping' joke.

I'm sure she still loves you.

Yeah...

Not easy being a mom, is it?

- Wouldn't know. - Nah...

And you should've seen the baby. [huffs]

Had the look of evil in its eye.

[ding]

[evil laughter]

[V] This is Ellen.

[voice distorts] She's our little sweetie pie.

[sighs]

[tense music]

[Devon] Shit.

Oh, shit!

What?

It's the flipping' Bishop of Belmarsh.

He looks like a right rapist.

[Devon] Yeah, he is.

- What? Huh? - Quick.

Hey, mate.

You got a back way out of here, have you?

[man] No. Why?

What about a cricket bat, a baseball bat,

something like that, you got one?

What do you think you are? No!

There's a bunch of blokes about to come in

and kick the shit out of me.

Do you got anything I can use or not?

Do I need to call the police?

Yes, you can call the police, right now.

[somber bells toll]

All right, Devon, you sexy twat.

Imagine seeing you here.

[panting] You all right, Bishop?

What you got there, then?

This... is my morning star.

Pretty, ain't she?

Looks like you've been reading a bit too much

Dungeons and Dragons on the inside, mate.

[Bishop] D&D's for geeks and fucking nonces.

I'm into the real shit.

Elves,

goblins.

Fairies.

You shouldn't be hanging around with his type.

Sugar tits.

I'll tell you what, I'll take you on

and give you a good rogering.

[ululates]

[running footsteps]

[man] Shit.

[effort grunt]

[thud]

[man] Wait, wait, that's a dead end.

Loosen him up for me, boys!

- Kimber. - [Kimber] Devon, I'm over here.

- What are you doing there? - I'm hiding.

- There's a door over there. - No, no, no, it's locked.

It's locked, I tried.

Put that fucking phone down.

I want a tuna baguette.

Extra mayo.

[upbeat music]

[thuds, men grunting]

[grunt]

[thud]

[whining]

[thud]

[pained groans]

You useless bastards.

I'm gonna enjoy fucking your corpse.

You're gonna be fucking nothing, mate.

[men grunting]

[metal clang]

[thud]

[heavy thud]

[strained grunting]

Fucking bitch.

[groans of pain]

[objects clatter]

[Devon] Shit.

[thud]

[screaming]

- [heavy thud] - [objects clatter]

Jesus.

[Kimber panting] Fuck, we gotta go.

[Bishop groans]

[muffled] You sexy twat.

[man] Yes, I know that.

They must have trained him for war in prison.

[sighs] Keep eyes on him.

All I want you to do is get this toe-rag snared and sort it.

[phone beeps]

I told you to deal with it yourself.

I don't understand.

Why is it still an issue?

Why is it an issue?

It's not. I've got it sorted, okay?

Good.

Fuck.

[phone dings]

[suspenseful music]

I knew they'd slip up.

She's just gone and use the credit card.

[man] Get me Alpha Bravo team.

Open the door.

Oxen End, M11. Copy?

Oxen End, Essex. M11.

- Bloody hell! Come on! - [music fades]

I can't do this anymore.

I mean, who the hell was that guy?

Just another prisoner from Belmarsh.

Oh, another one of your mates trying to kill you then.

- What a surprise. [scoffs] - No, he's not one of my mates.

I can't even believe they let him out of that place.

Freaking psychopath.

Everywhere we go, everything we do,

we just seem to get deeper and deeper into trouble.

I didn't ask for this!

- What, you think I did? - [scoffs]

I'm just trying to help you out, love.

Look, this shouldn't be happening to me, all right?

My life has been a complete misery

since I started working for him.

My marriage fell apart. I'm broke.

Oh, I take a pill every morning, yeah.

Just to get me through the day.

And then I take another pill at night,

just so that I can sleep. I cry!

And I don't even know what I'm upset about!

And I can't escape it.

Every night is worse than the one before.

And now look at me. I'm on the run with you!

A bloody... maniac magnet.

I can't keep doing this!

Making bad decisions that just

come back to bite me in the arse.

So that's it.

I'm done.

Otherwise, I'm just gonna keep spiraling

and I just can't have that!

So, yeah.

Maybe I should go to the police

and just be done with it.

[sighs]

Well, say something.

[exhales]

- I've got another mate... - [scoffs] Not another one of your

gangster mates, for God's sake!

No, no, j-- just hear me out, all right?

See, I was convinced

that it was George that had set me up.

But then Toby.

I mean, I thought he was all right,

you know, for a gangster. But [sniffs]

the more I think about it...

Yeah, I think he probably set me up as well, didn't he?

Huh, you don't say.

And I know what you're gonna say about that

spike-swinging lunatic back at the café,

but I didn't know him either, right?

It's just more like everybody kind of knew of him

and that you're supposed to avoid him.

Especially in the... showers, if you know what I mean.

And now with Veronica shacked up with that mechanic bloke and

a little baby.

Well, the only real person I've got left in my life is

my old mate Kyle.

Yeah, you're right, Kimber.

[melancholic music]

Life isn't fair.

And you don't deserve this.

But you know as well as I do

that if you go to the police,

they're gonna do you for manslaughter at best.

See, people like us...

...we don't get lucky.

No.

It is one long, hard struggle

just trying to keep your bleeding head afloat.

That doesn't mean we shouldn't try.

- [Kimber sighs] - So if you want to know what I think we should do,

I think...

We should go and see my mate Kyle.

Yeah, he's a good lad.

I reckon he'll take care of us.

So what do you reckon?

[sighs]

I think these chips need some curry sauce.

Mm.

[music fades]

[sighs]

[man] No Hare Krishna party to go to tonight then, Jackson?

[chuckles]

[Jackson] I'm a Buddhist, not a Hindu.

You're out late.

Yeah, I normally stop by for a nightcap.

Joe, whiskey.

No one to rise tonight?

Not really.

[Jackson] Ah, there he is.

See, I thought you would have had him

and all the others out all night tonight.

Working their devilish ways.

Helping to bring your little lamb back into the flock.

[soft laugh]

Never trusted me, have you, Jackson?

What are you at the moment?

Vegan? Buddhist?

What's-- what's the trend?

I'm proud to be all of those things.

Keeps me strong.

In here and up here.

- How does that work? - [Jackson] We all know where you

get your power from, don't we?

And we both know your days are numbered.

Is that right?

How do you work that out, then?

Well, 'cause either I'm going to bring you in,

or they're going to get you.

[man scoffs]

Do you know what?

Knowing that you despise me so much

rocks me to sleep at night.

You know the House of Lords is my temple.

I'm out there with the people.

I'm the people's champion. I serve.

Not like you. What do you do?

[scoffs] You know, most suffering

comes from ignorance.

People like you hurt others

whilst chasing your own selfish happiness.

As lovely as it is to hear that you think about me every night

when you go to bed, Lord Fairfax,

you should probably focus on your

gorgeous wife a little bit more.

Oh! Oh!

Bring the missus into it, eh?

Yeah, right.

Well, if you fancy her so much,

why don't you ask her out?

Eh? But let me tell you something.

Before you book a room,

shouldn't you be out there running around

trying to get this ex-con that's murdering everyone?

Oh, yeah. Friend of yours?

Nah.

See, I don't know what he's got on you,

but he's running out of crew members to come and visit.

I've never seen you two looking so nervous.

So if you were to know him,

I suggest you get Willmott over there

to double your security detail.

You know... just to be safe.

Finished?

Here, let me tell you something, Jackson.

I've been walking these boards since you were a fucking kid.

And if you're gonna come for me,

you better bring a battalion.

'Cause it'll be fucking war.

- [glass thuds] - Joe,

get him one for me.

[indistinct dialogues]

[ringtone plays]

Speak to me.

[tape rewinds] [ding]

Uh, Kyle, it's Devon.

Shit, bro.

This is a blast from the past, mate.

[Devon] Yeah, listen.

I need your help.

[upbeat hip hop music]

[crowd cheering]

[engine revs]

[dings]

[music stops]

[blender stops]

[Kyle] I can't believe it's been five years, bruv.

Power smoothie?

No, I'm good.

- Kimber, yeah? - Yeah.

Power smoothie?

Yeah, I'd love one.

You sure you don't want one, bruv?

I'm telling you, this shit right here

is excellent for the mind and body.

If you're trying to keep your strength up,

then a power smoothie is the way, bruv.

And... you know, each glass costs about nine quid, you know?

I wouldn't know, would I?

Didn't get many, uh, power smoothies in the clinic, did we?

Yeah, I bet not, bruv.

Listen... I'm sorry I never visited, innit.

But you know how it is.

- Yeah. - [Kyle] But I should have.

So sods, bruv.

Let me show you the rest of the yard.

You know this shit cost me 500 quid, you know?

Have a look at this.

You can see the O-2 off to the left.

But sod that.

- Check this out. - [device powers on]

This bad boy is full 8K, you know, bruv.

How's that power smoothie?

- Oh, so good. Yeah. - I know, right?

Look like you needed a vitamin C.

Come on, bruv, get it down, yeah?

Why'd you roll over on me, mate?

Bruv, co--

Come on, you ain't being serious, are you?

You're flipping "bruv" me, all right?

You was in on it, weren't you?

Listen, bruv,

I swear to you, right?

I didn't know nothing about it.

The first I heard about you getting pinched

was when I went to pick up my share from George.

He said you never made it to the airport.

Oh, okay so what?

You just split the cash and...

got on with your day, did you?

What did you expect?

- [Kimber yelps] - What the shit, bruv?

What have you done, this is a brand-new sofa!

This cost me a bucket load, mate!

Devon, what the fuck?

- Stay out of this. - Oh my God...

Why me, Kyle, ei?

Why not you? I'll tell you why not you,

because you were in on it, weren't you?

I wasn't, all right?

Look... we robbed an armored truck, yeah?

We all knew the risks. It could've happened

- to any one of us. - [heavy thud]

[gasps] Devon, what are you doing?

- You said he was your friend! - [Devon] Yeah, he was my friend,

but he's fucked me over and I wanna know why.

Listen, mate, I'm at the end of my pissing tether right now,

so you want to fess up and tell me what I wanna know,

'cause you're the last stop on this ride, do you understand?

Listen, I don't blame you for being mad

and wanting to do me in, right?

I get why you're angry!

But we're fam, aren't we?

- [thud] - [Kyle grunts]

Devon, please stop it!

No, no, no, you need to think and make good decisions.

That's what you said, remember?

Yeah? Fuck me!

- Look, bruv-- - Come here, you.

- Tell me what I wanna know. - [Kimber] Devon!

You tell me what I wanna know.

- Tell me the truth! - There was nothing I could do.

[panting] Okay, okay.

I did know. But--

but I only found out at the airfield after

the deed had been done and we split the cash four ways.

You split the cash four ways, yeah?

Four fucking ways, Kyle!

- Who's the tribute? - I don't know.

- Yes, you do! - I don't know!

Yes, you do, tell me.

What can I do?

I had zero say, zero!

Listen, I am sorry, bruv.

Bu-- But Toby said he'd do me in if I had a word.

I mean, what would you have done, bruv?

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

Listen... I proper regret not speaking up, believe.

But I had no choice.

Listen, right?

I want my money, yeah?

I want what's owed to me.

And I'm not leaving here until I flipping' get it!

Do you understand?

You can have it and end some.

Honestly, I am sorry about what happened to you, mate.

But look around.

I'm doing all right for myself now, ain't I?

You can have your cut.

You deserve that.

Well...

What about Kimber?

I mean, she's had a bit of a tough time in the minute.

We might need a lawyer, someone we can trust,

to help us out with a little...

situation we might be responsible for.

Safe, bruv. Look, I can do that.

I know a guy I trust.

- Yeah? - I'm gonna make this right.

I will make it right.

Yeah?

[lets out a breath] Sorry, mate.

[voice softens] I'm sorry, mate.

I didn't wanna have to hit you.

I didn't wanna have to do that.

That was hard for me, that was.

That was hard for me.

But we're okay now, aren't we?

- Look, mate. - Yeah?

- I get it. - Yeah?

I just want the cash, mate.

You understand? I didn't want to have to do that.

I know. Listen...

- I'm gonna make a call, alright? - Yeah.

Get you linked up with my lawyer, yeah?

Okay. Sorry, mate.

[sighs] I love you, mate.

I love you.

[Kyle] I love you too, mate, all right?

Yeah. Okay.

And the-- the money, Kyle, yeah?

The money?

[heavy breathing]

Told you.

Bishop's still active.

Why are you using that freak again?

[Willmott] He's relentless.

And expendable.

There's nothing tying him to us?

No, boss. Nothing is tying him to us.

Don't worry.

This is what I do for you!

Don't get sensitive, Wendy.

I know exactly what you do for me, and you do it well.

Don't sit there waiting for fucking applause, will you?

Roger that.

[tense music]

[tape rewinds]

[music fades]

[car doors slam shut]

[playful music on TV]

Well, sweet.

Got my top lawman lined up,

- and ready to grind. - [Devon] Oh, yeah?

And this OG's a sodding barracuda.

He'll go toe-to-toe with the best.

- All right, cool. - [Kyle] Shit me, mate.

You didn't have to slaughter my sofa.

Shit, bruv.

You've pissin' maimed this right up!

[Devon] Yeah, sorry, mate.

So what about this lawyer, then?

Has-- Has he got an office or something?

Yeah... Yeah, he's heading over as we speak.

Oh, yeah? That's quick.

What do you think he is?

I'll pretty much bankroll his entire practice

with the amount of gnarly litigation

I get myself wrapped up in.

All right, cool.

And the money as well, yeah?

Yeah, I'll sort that out in a bit.

Oh, this is fucked, bruv!

[sighs]

Yeah, it's not looking good.

I'm sorry.

Should I take it to the dry cleaners?

Sofa cleaners? I don't know who cleans sofas.

- [suspenseful music] - Do you? What?

[Jackson] We've had a tail on Lord Fairfax,

and it's led us here to Penthouse,

owned by one of Devon's old workmates, Kyle.

- Right, we all set? - [man] Sir.

Right, we're pretty sure they're up there,

but until we get visual confirmation, we hold.

Okay? There will be zero collateral damage today.

No stupid mistakes.

- Right? - [both men] Sir.

All right.

Right.

[Kyle] What was it like in the slammer?

Is it like in all the flicks?

Gang rapes in the showers every night?

No, it's not like that, mate.

- No? - [Devon] No.

Not what I heard.

What exactly did you hear, Kyle?

[scoffs]

Well, um...

I heard you got yourself a sugar daddy, innit?

[nervous chuckle] What?

Who told you that?

From the horse's mouth, bruv.

Your big boy Bishop, you know?

That fucked up medieval freak.

The Bishop of Belmarsh, weren't it?

Where no choir boy was safe?

[sinister chuckle] Yeah.

See, he seems to think

you pair where a right sweet couple.

[sighs] I don't know what you're talking about.

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

I never had a boyfriend, all right?

None of my business.

[music continues]

Listen, mate.

Listen, right? I did my time, didn't I?

I kept my mouth shut, and I never got touched

in the bathing-suit area, not once, okay?

I mean, we might have got close a couple of times,

but I escaped!

So why don't you do us both a favor, yeah?

Transfer that dosh, and then we'll be on our way.

Hm. Safe, bruv.

No bother to me if you're an emperor's chambermaid.

[Bishop] Emperor? That's a nice freak title.

[Devon] Jesus fucking Christ! Where the hell did he come from?

[Kimber] Your mate let him in, obviously.

[Devon] You set me up again, Kyle.

Did you set me up again?

I just thought you two lovebirds should get

reconnected, that's all.

Listen, right?

This freak never laid a finger on me.

Maybe not.

But it all starts with a finger,

then a fist,

and then I'm all the way to the elbow.

- Ain't that right, sweetie? - Jokes, bruv.

[Kimber] Devon, we need to get out of here now.

- I want my cut, Kyle. - No, no, Devon.

I want my cut! Where's my cut?

There's no money for you, bruv.

- Or this fucking bitch. - [indistinct]

[Kyle] Get him!

- [Devon] Come here, come here! - Devon!

- [heavy, dull impact] - [Kimber gasps]

[Bishop growls]

[upbeat electronic music]

[men grunt]

[thud]

[hard hit lands]

[scuffling and heavy thuds]

- [radio beeps] - Do we have eyes on?

[men over radio] Negative. No visual, sir.

Mirrored glass.

No thermal? Nothing?

Can anybody tell me if Devon's actually up there?

Five minutes, we move.

Visual confirmation or not.

All right, everyone. Silent.

- Boss, you ready? - Yes.

[growl]

[men struggling]

[Fairfax] That's Devon, is it?

Don't look like such a big shot.

Looks more like an air hostess, doesn't he?

Bite my spiky ball.

[men grunting and growling]

- [heavy thud] - [groans in pain]

No!

He smashed him. Did you see that?

[thud]

[heavy thud]

[pained growl]

You fucker!

[hard hit lands]

[cries in pain]

[multiple hits connect]

[softly] Fucking hell.

[men grunting]

[groaning]

[music fades]

- What the fuck mate? - [groans of pain]

[Devon] The fuck?

[labored breathing]

What the fuck is this?

Are you filming me?

[heavy exhale] Fuck...

[Devon over camera] What the fuck is this?

[panting] Hello?

You all right there? Got enough room?

Are you fucking filming me?

Listen, right?

Whoever's watching this,

I hope you've got enough for your wank bank,

you twisted freaks.

But that's as much as you're gonna get!

Do you hear me?

That's as much! A--

- [heavy thud] - [ding]

Right, chaps, that'll do.

- Stay sharp. - [radio clicks on]

Alpha, Bravo, we're moving in.

[men grunting over camera]

[sighs]

- [thud] - [grunts in pain]

[men struggling]

What?

I think that was Georgie's bookkeeper.

She was there when he was killed.

You better sort it out.

I've never tea bagged a dead man before.

[Kimber angry shouts]

- [heavy thud] - [Bishop groans in pain]

You fucking slag!

[bell rings as punch lands]

[panting] Devon.

[ominous music]

Go.

[Kimber] Come on! [grunts]

It's okay, got you. Come on.

Come on. Okay.

Better go!

[ominous music increases]

Come on.

[grunting in pain]

Okay, okay. Okay, alright.

No. Let's go this way, this way.

Okay. You okay?

[Devon] Yeah, I'm good.

- Alright. - [Devon] I've never felt better.

[Bishop grunting in pain]

- [radio beeps] - We missed them.

Look down the streets either side.

They've got to be heading your way.

Send up a paramedic.

One deceased, one critical.

No rush.

[grunting]

[labored breathing]

Hello, Bishop.

Did Devon do this to you?

[groans]

Where is he?

Did you normally wear chain mail?

It was a bad day not to wear it, didn't you?

[growls in pain]

Fuck you, Porky.

Cuff him.

[Devon] I gotta stop it, my side's proper fucked.

I'm bleeding out!

[grunts in pain]

Look, le-- Let's just head to the river,

- all right? Where it's quiet. - Boss,

Kyle's place is just by the O-2.

- Should we go? - Yeah, let's fucking go.

Straight away.

Fucking hell. Load up, come on.

- [Kimber] Come on, Devon. - [Devon] Yeah.

[Kimber] Come on.

[soft melodic music]

Okay.

[labored breathing, grunting]

I'm never gonna make it to Santa Monica, am I?

- [sighs] - Come on, come on.

Okay.

- Okay. - [grunts]

Come on, okay.

Okay.

Oh, fuck off!

It's a pissing carousel.

[music continues]

[Devon, softly] Oh, yeah.

[grunts]

Okay, steady.

Fuck me. All right.

Okay. Yeah.

Oh, God, that hurts.

Fuck... Okay.

- Okay. - Yeah?

- Holy fuck! - Oh, shit.

- Oh, my God. - [Devon] I'm in a bad way.

- Okay. Yeah, yeah. - I'm in a bad way.

- [Kimber] What do we do? - I don't know.

What about your handbag? You got anything in there

like a... stapler or something?

A stapler? A stapler! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I don't have a fucking stapler.

- Are you joking? - Oh, no!

Oh, my-- that's fucking minging.

- Yeah, I know. - Uh, we need to take you to a hospital.

No, no, no! I'm not going to a hospital.

- [Kimber] What? - We're not going to a hospital.

- Huh? Okay. - [softly] I'll be okay.

- Okay. Okay. - [softly] I'll be okay.

I just need to get my breath back.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

I've had worse.

- Okay. - I'll be all right.

[grunts in pain]

Oh...

It's not exactly paradise, but...

under the circumstances, [chuckles]

it's the best we can do.

Oh, yeah.

At least we got you to your carousel.

- [sighs] - Yeah.

Yeah, I'll take that.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

[Kimber] The best that we could do.

[Devon] Oh, yeah.

[Kimber] At least we got you to your carousel.

Did she just say carousel?

[Devon] I'll take that.

Yeah.

[music fades]

[Devon] Kyle was in on it, too, then, ei?

- [Kimber] Yeah. - [Devon] Bollocks!

They were all in on it, weren't they?

Why didn't you turn them in?

[sighs] I don't know.

Honor amongst thieves. I mean...

It's the criminal code and all that, right?

How the bloody hell would I know?

I suppose so.

I'm sorry, Kimber.

For what?

For everything.

You know what my life has amounted to?

The grand sum.

I've buggered all, I'm a flipping' joke.

[sighs]

I mean, I can live with that, but now

I've gone and dragged you down with me, haven't I?

- You haven't. - Yeah, I have.

I'm like a bad pissing penny that won't get lost.

Should've just dropped you off at the police station

when we had the chance.

Don't say that.

We're in this together.

[machine powers on]

[distorted carnival music]

[grunts]

Oh, two lonely hearts.

[Devon] Who the bloody hell are you, lot?

We're the ones you've been running from.

- No, you're not. - Trust me, we are.

- [Devon] Listen, lads. Right-- - [thud]

- [grunts] - I'll handle it.

Handle it, then.

I'll tell you something else, you plebs.

The way you're carrying on,

you're gonna end up going home in an ambulance

or you're gonna find out how cold that river is.

[sniffs]

[Devon] Hang on a minute.

Did he just call me a pleb?

- [heavy thud] - [grunting in pain]

[winded] I must have misheard you, then.

[Willmott] Now...

listen to me.

You've both fallen in a pit the last few days,

which I'm afraid...

you're gonna struggle to get your way out of.

What are you going on about?

I don't even know who you bozos are.

[snide chuckle]

[whispering] Come here.

Do you really think killing

- George, Toby, and Kyle - [somber music]

would have no repercussions?

Look, I couldn't give a shit anymore, all right?

As far as I'm concerned, they're a bunch of assholes

who deserve what they got, all right?

They were our associates, you fucking idiot.

As were you!

In a roundabout kind of way.

Which is why we need to make sure that,

this... mission of vengeance is over.

[chuckles] What?

Mission of vengeance?

[strained laugh] Oh, don't make me laugh, mate.

[both laugh]

We're not your fucking mates.

Nor hers.

She's got nothing to do with this, all right?

You leave her out of this.

I dragged her in, you need to let her go.

- All right? - She means nothing to us.

Thanks.

But... we will be keeping an eye on you.

Your friends...

your family...

Your whole entire fucking life.

So keep your mouth shut,

and you'll never hear from us again.

[fingers snap]

I'll be okay.

Why are you doing this to him?

Didn't he go to prison for five fucking years for you lot?

He should have sent you down with him, but he didn't, did he?

No. He protected you, and now you want to kill him for it?

It makes no fucking sense!

Listen, love. He's been running around town,

offing our associates.

He hasn't killed anyone!

I killed George!

It was me!

That monster was trying to rape me!

[rewinding tape]

And then it was that hairy

berserker nutter that killed Kyle.

- [Kyle] Or this fuckin' bitch. - Devon!

Okay.

What about Toby?

[gunshots]

I shot him in the leg,

but he blew his own bleeding face off.

[light chuckle]

You really expect us to believe that?

Yeah, 'cause it's the truth!

The only thing he's guilty of is trying to protect me.

All he wanted was to get back the money he's owed

and move on with his life.

So the real question is why are you after him?

Mind your fucking business.

[suspenseful music]

It wasn't the others that grassed on you.

It was you that set him up, wasn't it?

You what?

Give me that.

Ei! Sit down.

Oi, I own you. I always have.

And as she's rightly worked out.

I am the tribute who you have been serving all these years.

You will be going home in a pine box.

Both of you.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes.

Yes... Good.

Marvelous.

Carry on.

[somber music]

[labored breathing]

[Willmontt] It's very prudent that we not be around

when formalities take place.

It's in your hands, boys.

I'm sorry, Kimber.

- Move! - Hey! Get off me!

You fucking scumbag!

Get your hands off me!

No! Stop it!

[shaky breathing]

I need you to turn around.

What?

[panting] I want you to turn around, please.

I don't want you looking at me when I shoot you, alright?

Turn around!

[grunts]

[thud]

[upbeat tense music]

[grunting]

[man] Get the fuck back.

[gunshot]

[grunts in pain]

[labored breathing]

- [gunshot] - [heavy thud]

[dramatic western music]

Devon...

what do you want me to tell your mom this time?

- [vomits] - [music stops abruptly]

[coughing]

[sighs]

Nice.

[Kimber] Hey, hey, hey.

He needs a fucking ambulance! Devon!

Paramedic!

Help me, hey.

[muffled] Come on!

Devon.

[dramatic music fades]

[birds chirping]

Thanks, Bentley.

[woman] Darling.

[sharp stab into wood]

What the fuck?

[woman] There's someone here to see you.

Send him.

[woman] No, Willmott.

You stay there.

This one's for you.

[soft tense music]

[receding footsteps]

[music intensifies]

[sniffs]

I wonder what that smell was.

What are you doing here?

You know, it always struck me.

How happiness tends to elude those

who don't appreciate what they have.

What's that mean?

[chuckles]

How are you on this fine Sabbath morning?

Only Sabbath morning I know is black.

So why don't you piss off and try

and find some trouble elsewhere?

I think we have quite enough of

that right here, my lord.

[phone beeps]

They're nice in black screens.

Must get one for Christmas.

[Jackson] Will do.

[Fairfax recorded voice plays] Sit down.

There we go.

Oh, I own you.

I always have. And she's rightly worked out,

I am the tribute who you have been serving all these years.

You will be going home in a pine box.

Both of you.

And?

[Jackson] Before you say anything...

Let your words pass through three little gates.

"Is it true?"

"Is it necessary?"

And, "is it kind?"

[scoffs]

You know that sounds nothing like me.

Well, well. Let's let the courts decide that, shall we?

You know my lawyers will let me out before

the papers hit the pavement, don't you?

Yeah. Good luck with that.

[ding]

[ominous music]

[upbeat hip-hop music]

[music stops]

- [Devon] Alright? - [both chuckle]

How have you been?

Yeah, good.

You?

Yeah...

Yeah, I'm alright.

I'm used to it now, aren't I?

Don't need to keep coming here and seeing me, you know?

I know.

But I want to.

It's also kind of--

my fault that you're here, so...

It's not your fault.

You're a nice girl, Kimber.

Too nice.

Too nice to be coming in here and...

wasting your weekends on me.

[sharp inhale]

Look, you-- you were wrong.

What you said at the carousel.

That, like, you're a bad penny or... a bad guy or whatever.

I mean, on paper, you're-- You're a bad guy, but...

[soft melancholic music]

Deep down, you just want to see the good in people.

I mean, look at everything that you did for me.

You could've just left me behind, but you didn't.

So that's why I come and see you.

I do like it, to be honest.

I know that you do.

[both chuckle]

And maybe... [deep inhale]

When you get out of here...

You should look me up.

Might take a while. [chuckles]

No, it's okay.

Look.

Okay.

What's this then?

[laughs softly]

Who knows?

Maybe paradise is worth the wait.

[soft laughter]

I'll tell you what, I-- Maybe

I'm not going on one of those carousels as long as I live.

They can fuck right off!

[chuckles] Deal. No carousels.

Yeah...

I'll tell you what.

[softly] It's a deal.

No physical contact.

He's a fucking twat.

The perfect... getaway.

Almost had it, didn't we?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Maybe next time.

Yeah.

[soft ominous music]

[man] Yeah, Dartmoor is lovely this time of year.

- Is it? - [guard] Yeah.

Meet your new cellmate, my lord.

- [bells toll] - [blows kiss]

You're having a fucking laugh, aren't you?

I'm afraid not.

[ominous music intensifies]

[gagging noises]

[loud laugh]

[ding]

[Bishop] I'm gonna enjoy fucking your corpse.

[upbeat urban music]

D&D's for geeks and fucking nonces.

I'm into the real shit.

Elves, goblins, fairies.

You shouldn't be hanging out with this type.

Sugar tits.

But it all starts with a finger,

then a fist,

and then, I'm all the way to the elbow.

Ain't that right, sweetie?

You fucking slag!

[music continues]

This is my morning star.

Pretty, ain't she?

I'll tell you what.

Oh, I'll take you home and give you a good rogering.

["Expensive Habits" playing]

[music continues]

[music fades]